歌詞

Pulling it up From the wet ground I couldn't stop Had to find out Some things are best left to rot If I knew this I'd be less down But I'm already up, yeah, to my neck now Some things are best left to rot Some things are best left to rot Picking the scar I know it's the wrong call It won't bring the relief I know that I long for Some things are best left to rot Some things are best left to rot Well past productivity Deep down in my misery This instinct will bury me (bury me) Bury me (bury me) Bury me (bury me) Bury me (bury me) Pulling it up From the wet ground I couldn't stop Had to find out The days fall like leaves I can never sleep Never be at peace No, no, no Some things Some things Some things are best left to rot
Writer(s): Elizabeth Stokes, Tristan Deck, Jonathan Pearce, Benjamin Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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